The Wistful Mountain

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2026-08-19 06:40:22 -

The steam from the boiler hissed against the cold iron of the station platform, a sharp, acidic sound that cut through the fog like a knife through wet wool. I stood there, my breath pluming in the blue-gray air, watching the figure of my brother, Thomas, disappear into the carriage. He did not look back. He never did. Not anymore. The engine shuddered, a great beast stretching its chains, and...

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